’ ‘Are you saying that you want this to move ahead?’ ‘At last, the penny drops! I’ve been sending out vibes to that effect since yesterday m...rning with my wet tee shirt. Yes I want to make love to you, but not right now, what would you like to drink?’ The change of subject caught me by surprise. ‘A cup of tea would be fine thanks.’ Get a grip mate is that the best that you can do, here she is offering herself to you and all you can say is ‘a cup of tea will be fine’. We sat as we had yesterday. Even though it was erect, it still wasn’t anything like I had seen in my dad’s porn magazines with other men’s penis’s were long and big. Mine was short, maybe four inches long, and about the width of a cheap hot dog from the local gas station. It was even smaller than the other boys penis’s that were limp that I watched while taking showers after gym. And once again, I noticed that I had slime on the tip of my penis as I lie there thinking. It didn’t hurt, and actually, it felt kind of good in. As I rose up slightly, John right away said, “Don’t worry, relax” and told me to put my head back down. He gently touched my hole, dabbing it lightly with lube, he then slowly pressed his finger against my hole, eventually pushing his finger into me. It caused me to tighten a little, which had John tell me, “Try to relax.” I nodded and as he continued to finger me he said,” Oh, you’re really tight,” and asked if I was doing ok as he moved his finger in and out. It did feel good, so I replied,. One the first day of that week he ended up in bed with Britt, a petite, cute brunette with massive tits whom he fucked five times that night. She was the first of a long, long line of girls he slept with during those student years. There were lots of one night stands. Some girlfriends stayed on for a couple of weeks or months, and he had one more or less serious relationship that lasted a year and a half. But he was too restless, never completely satisfied, always looking for something new..